The killing gotta stop. We are one people and this is one earth. If we stand together as one people. 500,000 people standing for the cause of human rights. We can save our… Continue reading
You are my muse. 1- You told me. I need you nearby. You are my reasons to awake and fight the new day. I embraced you and I told you. You are my… Continue reading
Beautiful faces and passionate kisses. When the night is long and sleep is far away.Sweet faces appeared to awake dead passion and re-birth ghosts lost in the sea of memories.Regret is plenty for… Continue reading
Remember you, remember me. 1- The lights are low and the night is young.Your perfect blue eyes welcomed my attention.I kissed your tender ivory skin and I tasted the salt upon soft neck… Continue reading
We had the month of May, once. Pretty gal from Italy told him by the Monterey Bay, the pipe dream poet, he isn’t poetry, he isn’t love, he is cursed, cursed to live… Continue reading
Change A Poem by Coyote Poetry Change is needed when we are locked in. Never know what is around the next turn? Change. I sat with a kid of 23 at an Austin,… Continue reading
It is cut and dried. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Old words still mean the same. It is cut and dried. Old man sitting at the Old Fox tavern.Drinking his rum and coke… Continue reading
I saw the sun in your eyes. You and me, we are dancing by the Monterey Bay, I am singing words of love to you. You asked me, Johnnie, why did you save… Continue reading
The fingerprints. I washed the blankets and I washed the sheets. I opened the Window wide and the damn cold air awoke my memory of you. On a September night in the Fall,… Continue reading
Knuckle red, knuckles bleeding. Knuckles red, knuckles bleeding. My father fought and fought, wars that could not be won. He told me in his drunkenness state. He told me. I killed and I… Continue reading
